Leif
“Willow, be calm. All is well. There is magic in us, but it will not harm you.” At least, it would not if we mated soon enough to keep the beast quiet.
She shook her head and stayed tucked against the wall, her arms around her legs. I hated the raw sorrow on her face. She’d begun to give us her trust, and I had broken it.
I let her be for the rest of the afternoon. She stayed stiff and silent. When she shivered, she would not even let me come close to tuck a fur around her. I dropped the wolf pelt nearby, but once I turned my back, she picked it up and flung it away. I bit back a grin when she glared. I much preferred her anger to her sadness. When she finished sulking, I would find a new way to woo her.
A few times I tried to reach out to the pack, but the link remained faint. We
